Lyrics:
on to the next
The beat made by Goat, Z-O-6 And I'm riding The coast
I'm finna get rich, so let's have a toast She can't Even breath cause my dick in her throat
the whole wide world, I based my first album my second album my third and my fourth
That fourth one not quite out yet, but it is the works
Hello
Yo, how's
of me
Temporary, but this body isn't free
Yeah, free is my will
I call shots till I'm killed
But can't live by myself
So ask god to prevail
Fall cuz I
an album
The story will start in a sorrowful sanctum
By the end of it, I'll have a different outcome
Of how I see life, still I won't be enlightened
I shoot
digging your feng shui
How's life in LA?
How's the weather? Okay
You look better with braids, in the house burning sage
You look better with age by 27, you
listenin' to this project
If you, if you know me, go ahead and DM me right now
Let me know what you think of the album
Go ahead, text me, let me know
I
a time that go by when I won't drunk
I wanna come back to basics and just play around with trust
I would drop a album every five seconds if I had none
I
happened behind the curtain?
It hurts so much you don't even know
This might be the end for you
Because once this album's out everyone will know the truth
mentálne celkom treťohory
To čo si hocikto nedovolí
Bez nás toho veľa nebolo by
Nosíme radosť jak serotonín
Tento album je smutný plný sračiek (Úplne)
Jak
nigga, Boogs
He got killed by a best friend He got killed by a best friend
So I need to know Baby, would you ride around for me
Down to die for me? Hit
honest
No Diddy
First of all, can we talk 'bout the shit that they say on the way
fuck that album, fuck that single, burn that hard drive, say it to your
on the craziest wave, album's a classic and I hopped on the stage
Caught a few planes, my pen getting static those tiny lil rappers they better behave
I know they
Namashkar deviyon aur sajjano swagat hai aapka
The Dwij Times mein
Mera jeevan ek mazaak hai
Iss album mein kahi gyi kissi b baat ko gambhirta se na
of by the others, they said we're better than you
I could care less about what you think about the things I do
Shut the heck up, I know you don't like me
patience
Track after track this one
Might be the greatest
Cookin the craft making
Cheese from the basement
The Album jus dropped they still
Probly won't play
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
season
I'ma leave from this dumb place and with me take my cigarettes
I should drop this album that's concealed in a
I'ma leave from this dumb place
to the dome
So think before I pull chrome, out
Straight up out the South
We the ones that they don't know bout
By the the time this drops I'll check again
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder
(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
This is how I learned it from a Time-Life Album in about 1958.
There's a little rosewood casket
Lying on a marble stand
And a packet of old love
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
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